Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.